Mutants 101
By Michiru
How did this all happen to me? Oh, wait, right. I was born. Sometimes it doesn't seem fair. What would I be like if I had been born normal? My foster mom wouldn't have encouraged me to be the way I am now. Distant, not going near people. Keeping to myself. Would I have been a happy, normal flitterbug? The kind that I hold such contempt for now? Talking about clothes, make-up, hair, who-did-what… boys?
No such luck for me, I guess. Ha.
Sometimes I ache for what could have been. But usually I just scoff, and am really grateful that the gaggle of girls giggling as they head down the hall isn't me.
But I'm not normal. I was born a mutant. My power is a doozy. Some have neat powers. Like Kitty, she can walk through things. Walls, or people, or just things. Lance, his power is really cool. Power to move the earth.
Not me. Mine's more dangerous for an individual. I just touch a person and I, for lack of a better term, suck em dry. I take thoughts, memories, emotions, skills… and in the case of mutants, their powers.
I know I'm babbling here, but sometimes you just have to get stuff like this out. And since this is about me, why not?
So, basically, I'm a parasite. I guess I could have called myself that, but it sounds 'icksome' (Finally, a time when Kitty's language is appropriate. Ya know?). The others called me Rogue, and I like it. It suits me.
When I first got to Bayville - Cool Population about 10, Dorky Population all the rest - I was in the Brotherhood. It was cool. The guys were cool, though some had their not-cool moments. Like Freddy when he kidnapped Jean. And Todd… he stinks. But he's got the best sense of humour. Lance is a hunk. Majorly. But you don't see me going gaga over him like Kitty does over boys. Pietro's hot. He got there not long before I left, but we got along ok. When he didn't walk into my room without knocking, that is!
But I guess, while I'm a bad girl, I'm a good girl too. That's enough to send chills down my spine. Me. A good girl.
But the brotherhood did things I didn't agree with. Some things were ok, but other things… nuh uh. And Mystique betraying me was the worst. Finding out that she was the major bad guy and was lying to me all along… I just hate that. The Prof might not tell us anything, but he doesn't lie, or try and fake us out.
I guess I never really introed myself, did I. I'm Rogue. That's spelled r-o-g-U-e, not r-o-U-g-e. Rouge is make up, and I'm certainly not that.
I'm a retired Bad Guy, and am part of the X-Men. It's all right. I get along ok with them most of the time. I like Kurt a lot. He's like an oversized stuffed toy. Makes you giggly, and he's soft and fuzzy. I think Scott's a bit stuffy, but really good looking. I think he likes Jean though. Hey, that's ok. I don't need the hassle. Right? Too bad he's so cute… Le Sigh. Maybe I'll convince myself. Someday.
Anyway, this finally starts just after a Danger Room practice. Todd saw the place once before I showed up, and he thought it should be re-named the… *ahem*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Room.
Hey, I agree, Todd.
So we're all hot and sweaty. It's been a hard morning, and this is BEFORE school. The Brotherhood have one thing going for them. They can sleep in longer. They don't practice.
Of course, we whupp their asses every time, so maybe that's saying something…
So, like normal, Scott's blatherin…
"I think we could do that in better time if we could just focus our energies on defeating the enemy instead of making it into a fun and games session."
That's Scott. And he's looking at Kurt when he says this. Course, Kurt had some doughnuts in with him, and was trying to get the lasers to cut them in half lengthwise.
"Come on man!" Kurt has this cool German accent. "You haveta admit that it was great! And it WAS practice!" Kurt knew Scott had been talking to him.
"How, Kurt? How could throwing doughnuts around be practice?" Scott looks real serious now.
"I was throwing them so they could be cut perfectly!" Kurt's logic is typical.
"That isn't good practice, Kurt! The Brotherhood isn't likely to challenge us to a game of 'Throw the Doughnut'."
"You never know Scott!" Kurt laughs now.
"Like, I'm really glad we like, totally eat breakfast before we go down there." Kitty, a la Valley Girl. We don't always get along. Like, never, you know? If you could see me now, you'd know I was rolling my eyes.
"Ah need a shower so bad." That's me. Southern hotflower. From Caldecott, Mississippi. And to this day I can't understand why people would like to live where the temperature dips so low.
"You sure do," Evan agrees with me. "OOF!" He adds this after I push him into the wall.
I'm in a worse mood than normal today…
"You're in a worse mood than normal today, Rogue." This is Jean, Super-Goddess, Miss Popularity, Stater of the Obvious.
She the epitome (oooo, big word…) of perfection. Beautiful, smart, nice, great everything, athletic… like totally perfect. Guys drool over her and all adore her.
"Oh, am Ah?" I snarl back, pushing some of the white hair off my cheek. "And why is that?" I ask this, knowing that while she has the power to route through my brain, pick apart what I'm thinking, and tell everyone, she won't. Prof X taught her ethics and morality up the whazoo.
"Probably cause she had to get up at 5 am for a surprise early session because
Scott's a sadistic monster," Kurt piped up. "I know I am. Plus it's a special day," he smiled happily.
I can't help but look at him for that. "Whaddaya mean?"
"It's my birthday!" Kurt crows this.
Everyone crowds around Kurt, congratulating him, asking him why he never mentioned it, etcetera. Me? I leave. Slink away so I don't get messed up in it.
It's just funny. It's my birthday, too.
TBC…
By Michiru
How did this all happen to me? Oh, wait, right. I was born. Sometimes it doesn't seem fair. What would I be like if I had been born normal? My foster mom wouldn't have encouraged me to be the way I am now. Distant, not going near people. Keeping to myself. Would I have been a happy, normal flitterbug? The kind that I hold such contempt for now? Talking about clothes, make-up, hair, who-did-what… boys?
No such luck for me, I guess. Ha.
Sometimes I ache for what could have been. But usually I just scoff, and am really grateful that the gaggle of girls giggling as they head down the hall isn't me.
But I'm not normal. I was born a mutant. My power is a doozy. Some have neat powers. Like Kitty, she can walk through things. Walls, or people, or just things. Lance, his power is really cool. Power to move the earth.
Not me. Mine's more dangerous for an individual. I just touch a person and I, for lack of a better term, suck em dry. I take thoughts, memories, emotions, skills… and in the case of mutants, their powers.
I know I'm babbling here, but sometimes you just have to get stuff like this out. And since this is about me, why not?
So, basically, I'm a parasite. I guess I could have called myself that, but it sounds 'icksome' (Finally, a time when Kitty's language is appropriate. Ya know?). The others called me Rogue, and I like it. It suits me.
When I first got to Bayville - Cool Population about 10, Dorky Population all the rest - I was in the Brotherhood. It was cool. The guys were cool, though some had their not-cool moments. Like Freddy when he kidnapped Jean. And Todd… he stinks. But he's got the best sense of humour. Lance is a hunk. Majorly. But you don't see me going gaga over him like Kitty does over boys. Pietro's hot. He got there not long before I left, but we got along ok. When he didn't walk into my room without knocking, that is!
But I guess, while I'm a bad girl, I'm a good girl too. That's enough to send chills down my spine. Me. A good girl.
But the brotherhood did things I didn't agree with. Some things were ok, but other things… nuh uh. And Mystique betraying me was the worst. Finding out that she was the major bad guy and was lying to me all along… I just hate that. The Prof might not tell us anything, but he doesn't lie, or try and fake us out.
I guess I never really introed myself, did I. I'm Rogue. That's spelled r-o-g-U-e, not r-o-U-g-e. Rouge is make up, and I'm certainly not that.
I'm a retired Bad Guy, and am part of the X-Men. It's all right. I get along ok with them most of the time. I like Kurt a lot. He's like an oversized stuffed toy. Makes you giggly, and he's soft and fuzzy. I think Scott's a bit stuffy, but really good looking. I think he likes Jean though. Hey, that's ok. I don't need the hassle. Right? Too bad he's so cute… Le Sigh. Maybe I'll convince myself. Someday.
Anyway, this finally starts just after a Danger Room practice. Todd saw the place once before I showed up, and he thought it should be re-named the… *ahem*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Room.
Hey, I agree, Todd.
So we're all hot and sweaty. It's been a hard morning, and this is BEFORE school. The Brotherhood have one thing going for them. They can sleep in longer. They don't practice.
Of course, we whupp their asses every time, so maybe that's saying something…
So, like normal, Scott's blatherin…
"I think we could do that in better time if we could just focus our energies on defeating the enemy instead of making it into a fun and games session."
That's Scott. And he's looking at Kurt when he says this. Course, Kurt had some doughnuts in with him, and was trying to get the lasers to cut them in half lengthwise.
"Come on man!" Kurt has this cool German accent. "You haveta admit that it was great! And it WAS practice!" Kurt knew Scott had been talking to him.
"How, Kurt? How could throwing doughnuts around be practice?" Scott looks real serious now.
"I was throwing them so they could be cut perfectly!" Kurt's logic is typical.
"That isn't good practice, Kurt! The Brotherhood isn't likely to challenge us to a game of 'Throw the Doughnut'."
"You never know Scott!" Kurt laughs now.
"Like, I'm really glad we like, totally eat breakfast before we go down there." Kitty, a la Valley Girl. We don't always get along. Like, never, you know? If you could see me now, you'd know I was rolling my eyes.
"Ah need a shower so bad." That's me. Southern hotflower. From Caldecott, Mississippi. And to this day I can't understand why people would like to live where the temperature dips so low.
"You sure do," Evan agrees with me. "OOF!" He adds this after I push him into the wall.
I'm in a worse mood than normal today…
"You're in a worse mood than normal today, Rogue." This is Jean, Super-Goddess, Miss Popularity, Stater of the Obvious.
She the epitome (oooo, big word…) of perfection. Beautiful, smart, nice, great everything, athletic… like totally perfect. Guys drool over her and all adore her.
"Oh, am Ah?" I snarl back, pushing some of the white hair off my cheek. "And why is that?" I ask this, knowing that while she has the power to route through my brain, pick apart what I'm thinking, and tell everyone, she won't. Prof X taught her ethics and morality up the whazoo.
"Probably cause she had to get up at 5 am for a surprise early session because
Scott's a sadistic monster," Kurt piped up. "I know I am. Plus it's a special day," he smiled happily.
I can't help but look at him for that. "Whaddaya mean?"
"It's my birthday!" Kurt crows this.
Everyone crowds around Kurt, congratulating him, asking him why he never mentioned it, etcetera. Me? I leave. Slink away so I don't get messed up in it.
It's just funny. It's my birthday, too.
TBC…